The Ex Wife

Today boys and girls, we will talk about the ex wife.  She will affectionately be known on my blog as Jack Wagon, or JW.  The reason for this is because she is in an on again, off again relationship with Jack for the past 2 years, and she's constantly falling on and off of the Jack Wagon.  But that's a post for a different day.  Today we will just do a brief run down of the past year.


When I first moved here, I really didn't like her.  She was entitled, pushy, intrusive and loud.  She still is.  I've just learned to deal with it and realize that's just who she is.  She's the mother of my step son and like it or not, she will be in my life forever.  So we've become "friends".  She's a very needy person, so this means she calls me at least 2 times each day, whether I have The Next Messiah or not.  This means that she comes over basically every day to drink my beer and chain smoke and tell me all of her problems.  This summer I finally had to tell her that if she was unwilling to fix her situation with Jack (read: break up) and all she could do was complain, that I didn't want to hear it anymore.  And she's been somewhat good about it.

Well, recently there was an incident.  The ex wife was texting me and telling me that she had signed TNM up for swim lessons.  I immediately felt the impending doom set in.  You see, JW for lack of a better word, is a flake.  She signed TNM up for karate before I moved here, and took him once.  We signed TNM up for T-Ball this past Spring, and she made it to 3 games.  So I just knew that the responsibility of getting him to swim lessons would fall on my shoulders.  And you know what?  I'm busy!  Ok, I'm not that busy.  But I am lazy and I just don't feel like taking that on, especially since I wasn't asked.  So I asked where and when, and apparently it's in the next town over (which is a bitch to get to) and it's twice a week!  Apparently her mom is taking him on Tuesday's, and she's committed to taking him on Thursdays.

So in my bitchy mood, I meant to send a text to my mom, complaining about her and the fact that she's flaky and whatnot.  Yeah.  I sent it to Jack Wagon.  *facepalm*


She got over it quickly, because the next crisis came along, and she needed her bitching buddy (me).  Sometimes I wish we could do this more often...

Please forgive my fat ass.  I had just had a baby the month before.  It's less fat now.  Also, that's a bathing suit, not big black granny panties.  Also, I just pinned her here and she's struggling to get up while I giggle at her weakness.